Cooking with your Mom

Dimitre woke up early in the morning so he can make breakfast for himself and for Rosaline, which turned out to be his new adopted mother. He wanted to make something good for her, but the only thing he's good is making deserts and dinner he never tried making breakfast before. Dimitre mostly ate plain bread and canned meat for breakfast nothing else. "I got to try and make a wonderful breakfast. He makes his to the kitchen.

Rosaline yawned, waking up in her room. She looked around as she sat up. "Oh...right. I'm in a bunker now..." She'd grown accustomed to her small bed in that cell. It would take some getting used to a new bed and location. Her gaze drifted to the device on her arm. "...I ought to go wake Dimitre."

Dimitre makes it to the mess hall and heads toward the kitchen. "So do normal people eat for breakfast, man they could of at least taught me about different kinds of foods in the lab instead of giving me those stupid freeze dried nutrition bars." Once he reached the kitchen, he looks through the cabinet and fridge to see what they have.

" Ok, we have flour, canned meat bread, different kinds of spices, meat and I think they call these oval white things eggs?" Dimitre continues to rummage through the kitchen to find more items for cooking.

Dimitre was in the pantry looking for more food,he was so concentrated, that he heard his name being called out slipped and fell inside the pantry along with anything on the shelves falling on top with a loud thud. "Ow" He was covered head to toe with boxes of dry food and cans.

Dimitre wasn't doing so well. He was burning eggs and over cooked the thin slices of meet he found in the fridge. "Crap!" Soon after a small fire broke out in the frying pan. "Aah, where the fire extinguisher?!